It is said that the Orcs were elves, humans and other races captured by the dark lord Morgoth. They were contaminated by dark forces and tortured and abused to become deformed monsters.

After they spread throughout Middle-earth, these Orcs gradually evolved into different forms and clans in order to adapt to the environment of each region.

The orcs in the Orc Town have lived in dark and narrow caves for a long time, which resulted in their generally small stature and poor eyesight. They like to dig caves and set traps, and their living habits are similar to those of the goblins in the fantasy world.

Compared to the orcs at the bottom of the labor force who were exploited, the Azog clan, which has now migrated to the former dwarf kingdom of Moria, has become stronger and more adept at fighting. They implement semi-militarized management and have a stronger position facing their former compatriots in the Misty Mountains.

Last time, after the encirclement and suppression expedition suffered heavy losses, Azog sent a message to his son Borg to lead more orcs from Moria to here. At the same time, he went directly to his old friend, the Orc King in the Orc Town, an old orc who had led the orcs of the Misty Mountains for nearly a thousand years, to discuss things.

After the two leaders of the Orc clans met, there was not much greeting, and they directly began to discuss various plans to deal with the expedition team together.

As the saying goes, enemies are often in the same boat. In fact, it is not just the dwarves who hate the orcs. The orcs, who are the dwarves' lifelong enemies, also hate these greedy and stubborn dwarves.

When Azog brought the news of the expedition to the Orc King and was willing to pay a large reward, the cunning old Orc immediately agreed to join forces.

Anyway, in the old guy's mind, those skinny orcs under his command are just his slaves. Normally, they are even used as reserve food for other strong orcs. It doesn't matter even if some of them are lost.

Just as they were discussing how to eat the dwarf prince Thorin, the grandson of the former King under the Mountain, alive and make him into a delicious dish.

Suddenly, a huge explosion was heard from somewhere in the cave, followed by the shouts of a group of noisy orcs and a terrifying roar that made people tremble with fear.

Azog's expression changed as he thought of what his subordinates had reported to him: there was a wizard who could fly in the sky and that terrifying giant beast in the expedition team.

He immediately frowned and said to the Orc King:

"It's probably a wizard among the dwarves. He can use some magic-like means. They must have found your cave."

"It is said that they also tamed a terrifying beast with very strong combat power. Many of my orcs died at the hands of that beast."

Upon hearing this, the Orc King felt that he had lost face in front of Azog. He angrily picked up the metal scepter at hand, hit the head of an Orc next to him several times, and shouted loudly:

"Hurry up and send someone to check what happened there. You bastards, bring me the enemy's head. I want to eat fresh meat today."

Because he only had to accept food offered by his subordinates all year round and did not need to hunt or fight on his own, the size of this Orc King had far exceeded that of an ordinary orc. His body was as fat as a fat elephant, and his legs had almost degenerated. He usually sat on a wooden bed, relying on his subordinates to carry him around.

As the commander who has ruled the Orc Town for nearly a thousand years, this Orc King has extraordinary ruling power among the Orc clans in the Misty Mountains.

It can even be said that over such a long period of time, almost half of the orcs in this clan are his descendants and have blood ties with him, and no one dares to disobey his orders.

His loud shouting soon attracted the orcs who were digging nearby. These orcs were short in stature and had small eyes, but were relatively agile. Their skin was covered with abscesses and ulcers, and they had basically no armor. They held weapons such as pickaxes and shovels in their hands. Then, under the command of the Orc King, they swarmed towards the direction of the explosion like a swarm of bees.

Soon, at the shouting of the Orc King, the number of people surrounding him increased rapidly. Within just a few minutes, nearly a thousand orcs holding simple weapons gathered around him.

A group of people were crowded in a narrow passage that was like a suspension bridge, swaying all over. There were even a few unlucky ones who were pushed off the suspension bridge by their companions and into the abyss below.

So in Azog's opinion, although these orcs are numerous, they cannot be compared with those excellent orc warriors under his command. They are just a group of mismatched rabble.

They have neither a complete class division nor any military training. They are like a group of chaotic refugees. Even if they are large in number, it is difficult for them to form any effective combat power.

When Azog and the Orc King, surrounded by a group of Orcs, arrived at the location of the battle, things turned out to be pretty much as he expected.

The most conspicuous thing that appeared before their eyes was a monster that was eight meters tall, with dark brown skin, and looked somewhat similar to a dragon, but with more developed muscles, huge horns, a more terrifying appearance, and no wings.

This monster directly blocked the passage to the exit of the mine. Its two huge and sharp claws were like excavators, constantly slapping, cutting, and tearing the orcs rushing towards it. Its enormous force was like a devastating force, easily crushing those small mice that were less than one meter tall.

The other two roads leading to the mine had been blown down by unknown weapons. Many of the buildings originally built on the two roads collapsed directly, and the orcs living inside fell to the bottom of the mine, making it almost impossible for them to survive.

Behind the monster, as the intended target of Azog and the Orc King, the dwarf prince Thorin, along with his companions and Bilbo, were swearing at them with all kinds of obscene words as if to provoke them, while using the crossbows in their hands to occupy the advantageous terrain and shoot the orcs in the passage from top to bottom.

With Robin's terrifying Deathclaw as a meat shield in the passage, no Orcs could cross this chasm. Even if they used their once proud wooden javelins and short-handled throwing axes to smash the Deathclaw with all their might, they could not break Robin's defense and cause him any harm.

Even though the number of orcs in the mine exceeded a thousand and they surged towards them like a black tide, the expedition teams led by the Deathclaws were like solid reefs in the ocean. No matter how the waves surged, they remained calm and quickly harvested the lives of the orcs.

In less than ten minutes, black, sticky blood had already flowed through the gaps in the suspension bridge to the bottom of the pit, turning the ground into a bloody mess. A large number of corpses were thrown by Robin into the pit. The death of his companion quickly cooled the passion of this mob.

The Deathclaws were also very excited about the killing. Sometimes they were no longer satisfied with just guarding one place, but got on all fours, using all kinds of weapons on their bodies to kill the enemies in front of them, and then killed back in the opposite direction. None of these scum could match him.

Seeing this scene, Azog frowned, finally witnessing the horror of the monster with his own eyes. The Orc King was very furious. Having been the king in the depths of this land for thousands of years, he had almost forgotten the taste of failure and frustration. He just kept using the iron-headed scepter in his hand to smash the orcs around him, cursing them and making them attack more fiercely.

At this moment, Azog suddenly felt a cold murderous intent coming from behind him. A deep voice said in Sindarin: "Found you!"

Before Azog and the Orc King, who was carried on the heads of his subordinates, could react.

Suddenly, from the rock wall behind and above their heads, a figure wearing blood-red armor appeared. He had a terrifying and intimidating appearance, with a gorgeous two-handed sword on his shoulder.

It was Wayne who had been lurking in the mines, searching for enemy generals.

When facing a mob, decapitation tactics are always one of the most cost-effective, fastest and most effective methods.

Wayne was extremely fast. After he finished speaking, his body jumped down from the wall like a cannonball. While still in the air, he quickly made an enhanced version of the Alder Seal with his right hand.

When he landed next to Azog and the Orc King, he slapped the ground with his left hand swiftly.

Bang! With a loud noise! ​​Thick chaotic magic power gushed out from his palm, and a powerful shock wave spread rapidly around him.

The enormous force directly hit the orcs surrounding the Orc King and Azog, knocking these thin orcs away like fallen leaves in the autumn wind. Countless dust and debris flew around, forming a large circular open space.

The impact was so great that almost all the orcs that were knocked flying had their internal organs dislocated and vomited blood. Some of the unlucky ones even had their sternums and brains shattered, and died while still flying in the air.

Because the central area was cleared instantly, the orcs standing on the periphery were immediately pushed back several steps by the huge force.

Because this floating suspension bridge was not very big, dozens of orcs stepped on empty air and fell into the bottom of the bottomless pit.

However, just as this fierce attack was over, the other orcs were preparing to save their leader and rushed towards the center desperately.

Wayne's figure suddenly became blurred. In just a blink of an eye, he changed from a figure wearing blood-red armor to seven identical blood-armored knights.

Using the territory cleared by the Alder Seal as his base, with the help of his superb swordsmanship, the seven gorgeous two-handed swords instantly turned into death sickles that reaped lives, and began to quickly reap lives at an extremely swift speed.

Wayne sent out a mirror clone with only half the strength to resist the orcs pouring in from all directions, while his real body rushed towards his target without hesitation.

Even though the Orc King and Azog had realized the danger and were preparing to escape from him.

But the demon hunter's speed was far beyond that of ordinary people, and he didn't give them any chance to escape.

Without any fancy moves, under the gaze of Azog, Wayne lightly leaped up, the two-handed sword in his hand turned into an afterimage, and he used a powerful New Year's Greetings sword technique, cleanly and neatly, without any pause, to split the Orc King, who was still in a somewhat confused state, into two halves from top to bottom.

After completing the feat of killing the Orc King, Wayne's left hand instantly burst out with a powerful Alder Seal, which directly blew the Orc King's body and the remaining frightened Orc laborers off the suspension bridge and into the bottomless mine.

From the moment he made the sound, to the moment he descended from the sky to kill the Orc King, to the moment he destroyed the body, the entire process took no more than ten seconds.

Because the orcs here are relatively weak, many of them lost the leader who had ruled them for thousands of years without even realizing it.

However, due to the narrow terrain in the mine, the advantage in numbers was severely limited. The other six powerful mirror clones easily blocked the orcs pouring in from other places with their sharp two-handed swords.

After killing the Orc King, under Wayne's deliberate holding back and control, the other orcs were quickly killed by him, and only Azog and him were left on the platform.

In the battle just now, this strong orc with pale skin, a big knife in one hand and an iron fork replaced on the other broken arm, also behaved quite ferociously.

Being able to become the leader of the orcs entrenched in Moria, Azog's notoriety has spread in Middle-earth for hundreds of years.

Thorin once gained considerable fame by fighting him to his death, blocking his blows with his oaken shield, and then cutting off one of his arms.

No one can deny that Azog is a very elite warrior in Middle-earth.

Unfortunately, he was just an ordinary orc after all. Although he was very strong, he knew no magic and had no special abilities. Facing a hexagonal warrior like Master Wayne, he seemed very powerless.

Seeing that the time for the mirror clone was half over, more and more orcs poured in from all directions of the mine.

Wayne suddenly gave a slightly mocking smile to Azog, who was already exhausted and out of breath. His left hand, which was not holding the sword, suddenly snapped his fingers. Under the influence of chaos magic, the power of the Axis Seal, wrapped in powerful magic, instantly rushed into the brain of the pale orc.

Although Azog's fighting will was very firm and his body was filled with violence and anger, he was still controlled for three seconds by Wayne's Axis Seal.

In just three seconds, when Azog came to his senses, Wayne's figure had appeared behind him. His left hand, wearing an iron glove, punched him hard on the back of the head, making him dizzy and soon fainting.

(Wow, I will update 10,000 words tomorrow. There will be no update today.) (End of this chapter)